After the storm
We had a very quick but strong storm blow through late yesterday afternoon. I stayed in the office until it was over and then drove home. As I backed out of my parking space, I ran over a branch (not big enough to hurt anything, thank goodness). Driving home, I noticed a lot of debris in the road - leaves and small branches. By the time I got to my street, I saw that a huge tree that had come down, having fallen into the parking lot of the restaurant on the corner. (Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any cars under it.) Some guys were already out there looking at it.
Then I went out for a walk around the duck pond, and everything was sparkling with raindrops. Gentle droplets hanging on every branch.
What a difference from the smashed branches and downed tree. The droplets shone in the waning sunlight, innocently.
Life is like that sometimes. I have a strong experience, and then when I come out of it, everybody else is acting normal and unaffected, even happy. Life is going on, if changed a little.
I'll notice where the tree used to be for a while, and then the landscape will take on a new appearance, without the tree or even the memory of it. And all will be well.